Prometheus

[goodfellow]

Robin hadn't heard another peep about a potential puck in town. As far as he knew the mysterious naked jewelry thief hadn't been caught, and also hadn't made any other hits - at least not any that had eye witnesses or had caught him on camera. Though he might have preferred hearing something; the nugget of threat and then a lack of closure just had him on edge.

He knew he'd probably been a dick because of it, too. When Robin was uncomfortable, and especially if that discomfort had an edge of fear, he overcompensated. He pretended everything was fine, which meant he amped his Robin-ness up to eleven. Figuratively, he'd been swinging from chandeliers.

Which is why he was drunk and stumbling into the flat at 7:45 in the morning. He also couldn't remember where he'd left his shirt.

He tried to be quiet, but ended up crashing into the kitchen table and sending a bowl of apples crashing to the ground and rolling about. He swore.

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[goodfellow]

"I don't believe you would hurt me," Robin said quietly, moving closer and laying his head on Prometheus' shoulder.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus slipped an arm around him, rubbing his back.

"I've hurt you before," he said quietly.

[goodfellow]

"Not... now, though," Robin said. "Not since - " He hesitated. "Not since you loved me. I mean, not really hurt me. Not like that."

He had hurt him, of course. He'd left. For years. And that had fucking hurt. But it was such a long time ago that he'd physically hurt him, or threatened him. At least, anything serious.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Because when I slip I leave," the titan said. "I put distance between us. That's how I keep you safe."

[goodfellow]

Robin deflated. That was a fair point. "Okay," he said quietly. "That would hurt me."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus held him tighter, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I'm not leaving this time, dove, I promise, I just- Know if I do leave one day, it's because I love you," he said softly.

[goodfellow]

Robin suddenly stiffened, and shoved Prometheus away. "Fuck that," he said. "No. No, you are not allowed to protect me by leaving. If you go over the edge I'm going to fucking drag you back."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus tensed at the shove, and snarled softly- Before taking a calming breath.

"Puck," he snapped, the word a warning.

[goodfellow]

"Don't call me that!" Robin snapped back at him.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan's eyes flashed with pure anger, and he bared his teeth before slamming his fist down on a nearby table. The thick reclaimed wood splinted slightly beneath the force of it, and he took another deep breath before turning away.

"I'm going for a walk."

[goodfellow]

"Fine, go," Robin snapped, and picked up the bottle of wine, drinking straight from it.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan didn't snap back this time, he just went out. He didn't trust himself right now, he needed to reclaim his calm.

[goodfellow]

Of course it occurred to Robin that, out there alone, Prometheus might run into Hephaestus again. But he was upset, and so he did what of course he would do. Robin drank.

Eventually he was into the third of the bottles he'd brought from the cellar, and was sprawled on the couch in his underwear, wrapped up in the fur blanket. If Hephaestus showed up here again he'd be pretty fucked.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan was gone quite a while, and when he returned he simply looked tired. Silently he took the bottle from the puck and took a drink for himself as he sat down in a chair nearby.

"If Zeus wants me, that means there's a war coming," he said, rather than hello, or offering any sort of apology.

[goodfellow]

Despite his current state of drunkenness, Robin was so relieved to see him, and it showed, briefly. But then he just looked at the ceiling and said, "Ask me if I give a flying fuck about his war."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Pu- Robin, if there is a war coming, it may involve us whether we wish to be involved or not," Prometheus said softly.

[goodfellow]

Robin vaguely appreciated the effort. The last thing he wanted right now was to be identified as a part of the fucking puck collective. Though the beginning of the word still made him scowl up at the ceiling.

"I'll stay on the beach and drink. I've done that during wars."

[pecked_by_birds]

"If they seek me, they'll seek you to reach me," the titan said softly.

[goodfellow]

"So? I'm not some helpful flower," Robin said irritably. "You don't have to protect me."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'm just suggesting we both be vigilant, Dove," the titan sighed. "Nothing more."

[goodfellow]

"Make love, not war," said Robin, and then crooked his finger at Prometheus. "Speaking of which, why don't you come over here with me."

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan wasn't really in the mood for lovemaking, but he did want to be near his lover, and he moved to sit beside him.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly.

[goodfellow]

"I am better now that I've had some alone time with my friend the wine bottle," Robin said, and then climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Robin," he said softly, wanting to tell him that this wasn't what he wanted right now, but failing to. He didn't want to offend the puck, and Robin did tend to take any rejection quiet poorly.

[goodfellow]

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," Robin said softly. "But I was trying to be good. I didn't even tell you how much it turned me on when you shoved him against the wall."